Lyrics:
George Washington, 'twas epiglottitis from which he died
A swelling closed his airway, couldn't breathe, although, he tried
John Adams, of heart
I'll be there
I'll be there
Oh girl I'll be there
I tell you anywhere
You coming and
I'll meet you there
When you rain on me like John p kee
That's
Exposin' radiation like a vulcan
I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye
Was stolen by five Soviet spies
They told me to lie; they don't want
Exposin' radiation like a vulcan
I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye
Was stolen by five Soviet spies
They told me to lie; they don't want
static, I strap tools
Next up!
Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony
[Erick Sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got,
Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle-tooth boar
Who couldn't breathe right since the Vietnam War
Then
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
But God told me to go and baptize and that's where He'd step on stage at
John put it down and said, "I knew it was him
When I saw the Spirit descend
shit, these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick, shit is finna get thick
Your man'll get split by a brutal and critical hit
With identical dents
been surrounded by delirium
Expounding all my lunacy and
Frowning in the mirror i'm mysterious
Greet peeps with a grin
Three sheets to the wind
Grim reap
either me or you
cause i'm black I can't live/
How can I breathe
it's not easy Mario/
we need change like the weather
Sue Serio/
a simple ""Hello"" to get
Cradle to the grave put the babies in a manger
I ain't no doctor, you niggas is strange
Can't fuck with that bwoy cause he fueled by anger
fuckin' torched the
place, with me mother-fuckin' in it! I couldn't get out the fuckin
apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fuckin window, it
like CB (bling)
Yeah, I be that young John Doe, right by the front door
Benny Blanco part two you (bump 'em, Dino saw you)
I'ma run to the bank, Usain
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Ridin' round town with disco feet
Get up off my dick, just let me breathe
My tracks be bumpin' like they Beats
Shawties all up on me cause Vatra so
the boulevard
Tossing copies of my newest CD to the young kids that's me
Let's all get a bowl of fresh air
Breathe in breathe out man I don't care
Rush that stage
Call me John Constantine
With rope around my neck
No Dopamine
Im that bounty hunter that make your bitch scream
I'm the kitchen plumber
I fuck hoes
man, (huh) way before when Rouses came (yeah)
That's a fact, Kee done brought me back on that ignant shit
R.I.P. to VL Mike, we don't need to speak
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
the image of God and I'm breathing
Before now though, I was dead in sin
Now it's faith in Christ, quickened by the Holy Spirit
He gave me new life, John Kee
time you get cruddy
I spit that Holy Hip Hop whenever I emcee
That is unless I'm preaching or singing like John Kee
But no matter what I'm doing please
barely breathe
Gotta be secretive about that whole thing
K- kee- keep it a buck no way you got things
G- go- going on for you with
Your ass in this crib
No
Surrounded by high def screens/ screaming out sex and violence
My only friend, a man who seems both robotic and organic
Showing me artificial gestures
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